For anyone wondering why we didn’t just ask the neighbor to stop smoking indoors, he wasn’t interested in stopping, and since it was his apartment it was really his choice. And he had to deal with my “surprising loud heavy feet.” Still by far the best apartment ever (and a very sweet neighbor) and I wish you could have visited.
Here’s a link to one of the fly studies, and here’s a study about lonely fruit flies.
Three more things for you:
I got to be on Gumbands, a PBS podcast! It’s made and hosted by Pittsburgh royalty Rick Sebak, and recorded in the TV station where Mr Rogers made Mr Rogers, and you can listen to it here. If you want to see how much I touch my shirt collar while talking, there’s also a video version.
Our local library had a table of librarian-recommended scary books a few weeks ago, so I’ve been reading scary books almost exclusively lately. I don’t know if I’m ready to recommend these specific books yet, but here’s me recommending the idea of scary books in general. Is someone following her?? Who is Simon???
And here’s Kip waiting for me outside the bakery.
Do you have any smell-removal tricks you swear by, whether or not they work? What is the best apartment you’ve ever lived in? (Ours had a staircase made of bookshelves!) Do you like scary books? I hope you’re doing ok and that at some point today, even just for half a second, you feel as comfortable as Kip looks in his dog bed.
For some reason this post made me think about two things:
1. when selling our first home, the inspector noted we had a "snake problem" in our basement and recommended a product called "Snake Away" which was a powdery substance that we were supposed to sprinkle around the perimeter of our house. Did it work? Who knows? But I bought the product and sprinkled away.
2. The best apartment I ever had was on the second floor. Our downstairs neighbor was super loud. She would turn her TV up to top volume while she vacuumed so she could keep watching her shows while she cleaned. She had a dog named Taffy and a cat named Cinnamon and she would let them out into out little front yard to use the potty and then yell for them to come back in her thick southern accent "TAAAAAAAAA-FEEEEE" and "CINNNNNNNAMONNNNNNNNNN", and if they tried to wander away "NO MAAAAAAAAAAM!" That was over 20 years and my husband and I still joke about it to this day. Hopefully you will be able to joke about the smoker someday too.
Kip's ears.... just wow. Beautiful, I will be thinking of them all day.